THE MEDITATION OF MY HEART

Thoughts on my gift and identity…

I tell stories because God gave me the gift to do so. The natural ability to creat something is as easy as breathing for me.

I once tried to bury my gift in the sand, but I realized I was burying myself alive. And even with my head benieth the sand, I was still breathing.

I tried to run from my gift, but I realized I was running from myself and the destiny and purpose God made me. God made me for such a time as this.

 

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